Chapter 130 Vignette 112
I sat on the hospital seat with my head buried in my hands, the test result squeezed useless on the chair beside me, thinking of all the nineteen years I spent taking care of a girl who wasn't really my daughter.
It was not just about the time wasted. But the resources too. The restraints and everything I sacrificed to keep her as my daughter and nothing more.
Because what kind of a father would sleep with his daughter just because he noticed a mate bond.
It never felt right. And that was why I restrained myself from succumbing to that overwhelming scent of her wolf, and the urge to put my dick inside her pussy whenever I saw that thick ass of hers bouncing here and there.
I knew I would never be able to get rid of the guilt that would follow.
So many times, when my dick got too strong and I'm just resisting the temptation, I would kneel with my cock standing hard inside my shorts, questioning the moon goddess why she mated me to my own daughter
My own flesh and blood. At least that was what I thought.
Forbidden was the norm, but this one, it was too extreme.
As the Alpha of Starkville, I had never gone against the goddess. But concerning mating me with my own daughter, I already made a vow to defile that one.
But on that very day, it was proven that the moon goddess could never go wrong.
One argument, then an outburst that led me to drag my wife and my so-called daughter to the hospital for a DNA test.
The reports arrived and my heart dropped when I saw that Lyra wasn't truly my daughter.
Good.
My wife knelt in front of me right there in the hospital, begging for forgiveness.
But I didn't look at her.
Not at her cheating face.
I went to the corner where Lyra stood, fidgeting.
I dragged her to the car and my wife followed behind us, crying, begging me to stop, questioning me amidst her tears about where I was taking her daughter.
I wanted to correct her that it was her daughter but also my mate.
But I saved the strength for the action I was about to take.
I threw Lyra inside the car and slammed the door. Then I walked around and edged behind the wheel.
I drove fast. Very fast.
Before Lyra's mom could reach us, I already drove the car with aggressive speed out of the hospital’s parking lot.
I saw her from the rearview mirror trying to stop a cab.
Lyra was restless, “daddy I'm scared. What is going on?"
She had no idea what the sound of her voice calling me Daddy suddenly started doing to me.
I didn't even answer her.
I just kept driving like a heartbroken father, and a mate who was about to let his desire cause destruction.
The gate slid open as my car approached, and I drove furiously into the parking lot. Lyra's breath hitched as the car tires screeched against the tarred floor.
She gripped her skirt tightly.
I smirked because soon it would be me gripping the skirt. And I would not just grip it.
I would strip it.
I turned off the ignition and climbed down from the car.
Lyra stepped out of the car, calling, “Daddy what's wrong? Please say something."
Of course I didn't say anything. I just grabbed her wrist and dragged her with me into the house.
She squealed, trying to get free from my hold but all her attempts failed.
I dragged her upstairs, down the hallway and then pushed a door…my room door.
I threw her on my matrimonial bed and her boobs bounced, nipples hard against her shirt.
I took off my shorts immediately and she looked at me, eyes widening, “Daddy, what are you doing?!” She yelled.
She looked scared.
I gripped her skirt and dragged it down. Her stomach locked, eyes widened.
My breathing changed with the sight of how her panties clung to her pussy.
“You're not my real daughter, so don't get scared that I'm going to fuck you."
She was frightened.
But I didn't care.
The only thing I cared about was getting inside that young cunt of hers.
And I did. Immediately.
Before she could let out a gasp, I leaned in on her and gripped her thighs.
I pushed my hips toward her pussy and my cock went straight inside.
She gasped.
And I let out soft groans
My cock glistened with her pussy liquids and I continued slamming her. Very hard and deep in her core.
She was moaning. Screaming loudly at how hard the man she'd been taking as her father was fucking her.
But I didn't care about any of that. What mattered was that she was my mate and not my real daughter.
I stroked my cock with her wet, slimy pussy, grinding deep inside her.
She clutched my hips with her legs, moaning without pause.
But then—
A heavy knock on the door,
“Donald! Donald!!" Lyra's mother.
She was screaming my name loud like a lunatic.
“What are you doing with my daughter?! Please let her go!!!” She cried, as if I was raping her daughter.
She had no idea that her daughter was just enjoying and moaning to her mate’s cock.
I kept fucking that young cunt where my dick was buried, slamming, pounding.
“Do you want to go to mummy?" I asked, fucking her.
She moaned, "No, never!“ her breath hitched as I gave one forceful pound in her cunt.
“You want to stay with daddy, right?"
"Yes I want daddy's cock and nothing else!” she exclaimed, groaning.
"Good girl, now take it!“ I pounded harder
Her breath hitched.
I went forcefully, my dick sinking in, balls deep.
“oh fuck, I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!" She screamed.
Her orgasm was warm. It rubbed all over my thrusting dick, while my own nuts burst inside her.
She screamed, while I emptied myself inside her.
Then I pulled out, shaking the remnant semen off my dick.
She was breathing heavily.
Panting.
Vibrating
Her hips wriggled on the bed as her body convulsed.
But I warned her anyway, “Don't leave this room until I tell you to,"